The woman in the middle, squished in between my mom and Mrs. Crappy, is my sister. She’s a great sister — to me and to Mrs. Crappy — and a great mom. It’s also her birthday. She’s, uh, not quite as old as me. Wish her a happy birthday, would you? Thanks.
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I’m into the third week of this running thing. Overall, it’s going well. And not just the kind of “I don’t feel like I’m going to die as quickly now as I did when I started” kind of well. It wasn’t much of a thought when I started, although I knew in the back of… Read More 17. fat guy.
I couldn’t have possibly had a better weekend. Thank you again to Mrs. Crappy and Em for sharing it with me.
I had to work on my birthday, so my annual stroll through McConnell’s Mill State Park was delayed until today. The extra day didn’t seem to matter much.
Yes, Archie’s number is a hint.
Uncle Crappy 